The Gratitude Journal and Poem a Day

 

Can an anti-depressant and anti-anxiety cure be found in a journal?  $280 to apply for an apartment.  Run down trailers for rent for $1500.  The 10,000 people coming to Colorado every month for tech jobs and weed are making us Coloradoans struggle to live here.  It is easy to get overwhelmed and stressed about the next step.  Is it in another state?  Is it here?  Is a miracle around the corner?  Is…whoo!  No wonder I have been taking so much of my herbal anti-anxiety that we make in our charming shop!

I decided to start a gratitude journal.  So cliché, I thought.  What am I going to write?  I don’t have much to be grateful for.  The first few were the basics, my husband, my kids, my coffee.  But now they delve deeper.  The feel of my kitten’s fur against my cheek in the morning.  Maryjane saying, “I love you, Grammie.”  The deer outside the door.  The customers that trust me to help their family with their health.  So much to be thankful for.  I find that I am less anxious in the mornings.  I am even…happy.  The dawn seems brighter.  The coffee tastes better.

I also gave myself a challenge to write a poem every morning.  The beginning ones were sad and simple.  One paragraph, sometimes no rhyming at all.  Now they are elaborate stories or sweet inspirations.

I encourage you to purchase a beautiful journal.  Gratitude. Poetry.  Memories.  Trust me, you will be glad you did.

The Powwow

The drum beat sounded

of heartbeat and womb

the dancers took their place

Their colors swayed in grace

and pride

Their feathers told stories

as their leathered feet

rose and fell softly on Mother Earth’s breast

Singing in tones unheard

in other cultures

whirled the sound into reverie

Every drum beat my heart

every step my ancestors’ lives

every note a page in history.

 

 

 

Native Cultural Arts and Finding One’s Art

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Over the weekend we were a part of the Native American Art and Culture celebration downtown.  We diligently promoted it but it was a smaller turnout then we’d have all liked.  However, the folks that were there were great, great people and we all had a lot of fun. The art was beautiful and I was proud to have a few pieces alongside nationally known artists.

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The Aztec dancers took my breath away.  Their astounding headdresses and clothing were mesmerizing.  When they blew into sea shells creating a sound that stirred my soul, I moved to the edge of my seat.  The drumming was intense and quick and my heart beat fell in line with these ancient dances.  Danny, one of the dancers, expressed his appreciation for arts.  For arts allow us to keep traditions alive.  I have always been a huge proponent of the arts for they teach, they bring hope, they bring people together, they let us express our innermost knowledge, joys, feelings, angst, and creation.

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The children dancing stole my heart.  Their small feet were like hummingbirds as they skipped and danced the dances their grandparents danced.  The Medicine Heart dancers are a troupe of young dancers.  This non-profit program teaches youth with any indigenous/Native ancestors the dances of their people so that they won’t be lost.  Miss Maryjane Rose will be joining these sweet dancers.

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My friend, Rodney, brought out his karaoke system and it was like no karaoke show we have done before!  Songs, drumming, children singing, poetry, and voices of expression filled the room.  An amazing flute player played his beautiful songs for us.  I am hoping Bear might come play at the shop!

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We had our glowing medicines out to show people what I do.  We connected with people and enjoyed our family and friends there.

I encourage you to paint, draw, write, dance, sing, and support arts by attending festivals, celebrations, and encouraging everyone to find their art, for there they will find their true self.

The Dance

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I can’t tell you how wonderful this conference is so far.  I am enjoying the beautiful mountain air and the many classes.  The classes on practical uses and materia medicas have been filled with mostly with information I already know but there is an amazing shamanic and spiritual use of herbs being taught and a charisma among the herbalists and healers that is truly healing and a balm to the spirit.  My spirit was broken the past few months.

When I get back I will start setting up my new shop in Elizabeth by the post office.  A friend of ours invited us to rent his walkout basement in Elizabeth.  He is a respected Native elder and I will learn much from him.  To stand on his land is to be totally immersed in wild medicinal plants.  A secret place.

The next half of my life will be a little wilder.  A few less decorating books and dinner parties and more walking in pine needles and watching birds.  Wild herbalism in my shop.  Something to meet the needs of every single person that walks in.  Powerful plant medicines and natural healing.  More quiet, less bills, more mindful, more learning, less stress, more herbs, less interference.

Now, my friends, I must don my owl wings and head to the Fairy Masquerade Ball.  Margie is less than excited but I can’t wait to dance.

And I’ll continue dancing…

Classy Farmgirl….taking classes that is

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Learning new skills is exciting, like opening a new page in our books.  Expanding what we can do in our life and what we can do for ourselves.  Learning also means teaching.  I read somewhere that we have a responsibility to teach what we know, so the circle continues.  Besides libraries and educational institutions, there are other teachers out there.  We so often put off taking classes in favor of say….doing the dishes.  But, more talents and excitements await and are only a class away!

This year I took a soap class.  So much fun, I am sure you read about it!  And now I can proudly provide myself with clean soap.  Fabulous.  I took a spinning class…..I may need to take one or… fifty more.

An old client of mine sent an email yesterday.  She used to have a goat farm and is now teaching classes on how to make soft and hard goat cheese.  Now generally, I figure I can learn all I can in a book.  And most likely I will read a book and try to just go do it.  There are limits to this type of knowledge without a hands on teacher.  I was scared of lye.  Kathi helped me conquer it.  I do not have the slightest idea how to make fine goat cheese.  I have exhausted my way through restaurants attempting to try every type of goat and sheep’s cheese…ash filled, wine soaked, pasture raised, brie style, herbs de Provence chevre….oh my.  Now that we know what kinds of cheese we would like to make (all of them), beats me how to do it!  So, Julie is going to teach me.  This helps her too.  Farmgirls cannot survive on one income alone off the farm.  Multiple facets must be in place to “make it”.  Besides farm products and craft products, there are always people who want to learn what you know.

There are more classes in my very near future.  Agriculture classes at the college as well as writing classes (gotta get this book published!), Spanish classes, and more dance classes, because it makes my dance school better, all await my “eager for knowledge” mind.

In turn, I will continue teaching Certified and Master Herbalist classes, animal medicine classes, dance classes, and new this year, bread making and canning classes.

I will learn hands on how to tend to bees thanks for my friend, Brett.  I am interning with my friend, Deb, who is a master gardener to learn the ins and outs of gardening before I take the college ag courses.  I will be better suited by the end of this year for my homestead that is forthcoming….perhaps I will go from mini-farm to farm next year.

Goat cheese classes- http://godshowranch.com

Deb’s blog- http://lookingoutfrommybackyard.wordpress.com

My classes- http://gardenfairyherbal.com